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Hurling ourselves down to the depths |
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Back since the day lest we forget ' |
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Cos time made us set and memories crept |
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So now there's political debt |
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There is no left wing |
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To fight the right wing |
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We're like turkeys in a box |
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Our feathers all plucked off |
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And we're all ready |
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For Christmas |
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Day Here's the paradox: |
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We're like presents all wrapped up |
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And we can't wait |
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For you to give us away |
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A sad little face |
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All over the place |
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The lower you stoop |
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The less the disgrace |
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You use all your charms |
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To send me alone |
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Have you got the legs |
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To call us to arms |
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Like lambs to the slaughter |
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We paid for your daughters |
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We're like turkeys in a box |
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Our feathers all plucked off |
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And we're all ready |
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For Christmas |
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Day Here's the paradox: |
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We're like presents all wrapped up |
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And we can't wait |
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For you to give us away |
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Like the curve of your love |
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Like the curve that won't heal up |
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You know... |
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We're like turkeys in a box |
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Our feathers all plucked off |
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And we're all ready |
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For Christmas |
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Day Here's the paradox: |
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We're like presents all wrapped up |
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And we can't wait |
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For you to give us away |
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We're like turkeys in a box |
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Our feathers all plucked off |
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And we're all ready |
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For Christmas |
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Day Here's the paradox: |
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We're like presents all wrapped up |
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And we can't wait |
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For you to give us away |